"Yeah" he said, his voice about as rugged as his ruddy face at the moment, so tired was he. He'd listened to her story, but he knew her tale wouldn't sink in until he had gotten some much needed rest. But he heeded her final words, and reached into his boot. He imagined he looked quite threatening when he yanked out a keen edged knife, but he got to his knees and crawled over to Isolde. 

The woman was out cold it seemed, for she merely stirred as he cut through and around the bottom of her dress, the fabric making it up to a tad below her knees now. He cut the fabric and tied/covered both of his most serious cuts and wounds with both halves of it, grunting. As soon as he was done, he knew his energy was spent. His Knife dropped from his nerveless fingers, and he fell over, falling into darkness for the next few hours. 
[hr] 
Reigynferlgar the Crimson mewled happily as she dragged the crate of eggs back out into the courtyard. Her sinuous, huge body so large that her tail still swayed near the treeline passed the breached wall. She would take these eggs back to her mountain home. She vowed that she would rend and tear every human within 100 miles of her home next time, to make sure there was no chance for her to ever have intruders again. 

Dragons senses were keener than any of the sentient races, but so excited was she that the Dragon did not notice the pair of malevolent eyes watching her from within the Reikwald. Crovendiff languidly licked his lips, the bloodshed the battle and the Dragon had wrought being so very alluring to the mutated chaos follower. Somehow in the back of his head, he knew that Hilde was still alive. He could feel her presence. "Yes, soon my [i]beloved[/i]."

Daylight was fast approaching, and the Beastman were now scattered. Time to get to work...
[@Austronaut]